This is a song about "Left"

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

Take the exit, the nearest left

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

That's another topic, we should start a project

That left ya without hope

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

For us to find our way

Got nothing left to say

So with your mind left exploded

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

I'm still confused about why you left

Bout time i got my respect

Your father left you for another

We fuckin' it up this summer

Promises that had us left assured

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look